Repressed

The Pit

10 feet under.
I dug this hole for myself.
Now I sit here watching the people above.
Why won't they help me out?
They gave me sticks, yet I don't build.
I have the tools to leave, but I still stay.
Why must I lock myself away like this?
Why do I dream to be someone I am cable of becoming?
I must find this passion to leave.
I am not captive to this pit.
After all, I created it.